How can there be immortals in war? Cheng Xiaotian understands this truth, after such a long and bitter battle, and has seen so many people die, he has long been downset about life and death. He didn't hate these coalition soldiers, after all, they were just war machines, but Tudor he had to kill them, and he wouldn't let them go!

The sword light was cold, Cheng Xiaotian's gaze was colder than the sword light, and he stared at Tudor tightly, as if he had never seen this person before.

"Get out of here!" Tudor roared, exerted his strength desperately, barely squeezed his subordinates out of the way, and grabbed Cheng Xiaotian's wrist with his free hand.

Cheng Xiaotian's expression was calm, his wrist flipped, and the sword blade turned and dragged it sideways. Tudor grabbed the air, the artery in his wrist was cut, and blood spurted out.

Before the pain could spread, the sword blade folded and pulled back, Cheng Xiaotian was unhurried, and this time he slashed towards the door of Tudor.

Cha.

A wound was opened on the left cheek, and the white flesh flipped outward, and blood poured out. And that sword light still didn't stop, making a dexterous roll in Cheng Xiaotian's hand, and slashing it in reverse.

Tudor had killed countless people in his life, and had been wounded countless times, but such a face-to-face encounter had never occurred even in his most terrible nightmares.

"Ahh Stand back! Tudor could not resist old Patton, but arched back like madness, and the wolf riders behind him hurriedly squeezed backwards, giving him a glimpse of emptiness.

Brush!

The sword light slashed in front of his eyes again, and Tudor subconsciously lowered his head, and the sword slashed at his forehead, and the hot blood dripping out instantly covered his right eye. Tudor was immediately overwhelmed by the fear of not being able to see, and he thought he was blind in one eye, and in panic, he took advantage of the gap that his subordinates had loosened, and picked up his tomahawk and slashed backwards.

Hearing the sound of "brushing", the axe blade swept around, and the wolf riders surrounding him were suddenly cut by more than a dozen in the waist, and the blood of the stump exploded radially. The ground was covered with gutting entrails, and seven or eight of the upper bodies that were not yet dead rolled and howled.

Cheng Xiaotian frowned, and the sword flew up again, this Tudor, who was known as a brave man, behaved in disgust. It turned out to be such a person who brought so many casualties to both sides.

"You're trying to murder me!" Tudor cursed viciously at the mutilated body, and retreated with the reins, his face covered in blood like a ghost. The wolf cavalry was silent, keeping a distance from him and retreating, so that no one dared to approach their supreme commander.

How could such an opportunity be missed? Old Patton didn't care about the old bones that were about to fall apart, so he slammed the horse's belly and yelled, "Follow me through!" ”

"Kill!" The knights roared in unison, holding the spears in their hands, desperately urging their horses forward, and the formation was drawn into a straight line.

While!

Tudor swung away Old Patton's spear and returned to his chest to withstand the shield that had struck him again, and this time a dozen or so men on the opposite side had already rushed up at speed, and he was knocked backwards again and again.

"Come here and hold me off!" Tudor tried his best, but he could not stop the surging cavalry, and he shouted loudly, but no one answered.

Looking back, Tudor's eyes suddenly erupted with fire, and he saw that those wolf cavalry retreated together five meters away from him, but they refused to step forward.

"Kill him!" The Falling Star Knights roared loudly, and several silver spears poked past Old Patton's shoulders, and Tudor quickly released his shield to parry, and the frost wolf sat down even more untenable.

"He is the one who started the war!" Someone screamed loudly at the back of the Knights of the Falling Star, and then a basin-sized fireball smashed head-on.

As a rock fighter, Tudor has a high resistance to physical attacks, but his tolerance to spell attacks is very average, seeing that some mages began to attack him, and there was no subordinate around him, he lost his fighting spirit, turned around and ran away with the reins.

The commander fled from the battle, and his subordinates were even less motivated, and the Talan Wolf Cavalry split in two, giving way for their commander to escape. The Knights of the Falling Star passed through the formation, the tail of the Ouroboros chased after each other, the triangular formation swept by, and the divided Taran Legion collapsed in formation, and retreated in two directions in a chaotic manner.

Generally speaking, after cutting through the enemy's formation, the attacker will roll the formation backwards and roll one of them into a horizontal column to chase and kill. This time, however, Old Barton did not do so, and he led the two legions to bite Tudor and charge at the Hellfire Legion.

At the same time, the strikers of the Hellfire Legion, who had already entered the log formation, also connected with the Shushan Revenge Legion.

There was no sword encounter, not even bows and arrows, and the avenging soldiers standing on the top of the log waved backwards, and immediately flew up one stone after another, and they took it in their hands.

"Smash!"

Old Dawson roared viciously, and hundreds of stones fell all over the place.

The hoplites were slow to move through the dense log forest, and there was no means of long-range attack. The revenge army traveled lightly, without any scruples, and only smashed it a few meters away.

In an instant, I heard only the sound of "clang", as if entering a blacksmith shop, those heavy infantry were smashed to the ground, and before they could get up, the next stone came again, and the advance route was immediately blocked.

"Smash me! Then smash! Old Dawson raised his nose and eyes, and roared like thunder, and his voice was dumb in the blink of an eye.

"Legionnaire, the stone is almost finished." Lanya stood under the city wall and looked up and shouted.

Old Dawson is enjoying himself, how can he stop there? He grabbed Victor by the collar, pulled it in front of him, glared at him and roared, "Lend me some more people!" ”

Facing the fierce old Dawson, Victor shook his head and nodded subconsciously.

Old Dawson pushed him away and yelled at the nearly 10,000 people who were working intensively on the fortress: "Everyone, hurry up and transport stones to the front line!" ”

Those residents had been paying attention to the front line, and they had long been eager to try, and when they heard the rumors, they poured down like a tide, and they rushed into the log formation with stones, and the mountains of stones were instantly emptied. The rest of the residents gritted their teeth, simply picked up the freshly built stones, and ran away with them.

Bloomberg's face turned green suddenly, and he didn't know where he got the courage, jumped on the battlements and grabbed old Dawson, and shouted with angry eyes: "How should this account be calculated?" How to calculate the money for rework?! ”

"How to calculate, how to calculate, there will be no one less of you!" Old Patton waved Bloomberg away, pointed to the log formation and continued to shout: "That's it, smash me hard!" ”

The stones were transported to the front line in a steady stream, and the avengers standing on the top of the logs not only did not feel tired, but became more and more energetic. The stone rain became more and more intensive, and it was difficult for the Hellfire Legion to advance an inch, and those people who were smashed down in the front row were buried alive in the blink of an eye.

The Hellfire Legion's formation began to shrink back, and the Avengers jumped over the stake and pushed forward a little bit, and the stones rained down for a moment.

Looking at the decline of the two armies in front and behind, the little cub shook his head, waved his hand to the side, and the drummer gave the order, and desperately beat the war drums. Hearing the rapid sound of side drums, the three legions immediately gathered towards the flags, and this time the assault ended in failure.